Anyone could easily say that she was like most people. Enjoyed getting attention , easy going and fun . What probably seemed less important and unseen was that she was manipulative and restless .
He had told her once that she looked cute when she walked prancingly all over his garden. His garden was really a place to be, she had told him around the same time.
Their ways of communication were strange. She would sometimes stay up the whole night waiting for him and disappear the moment he came . And then they would both see some pictures which made little sense to her. But she would see because he liked them. Many times one would remember the other while eating certain food , seeing particular movies or even thinking about colors. And there were smells too. Coffee, Vanilla, Lime, Paint, Vicks, Axe , Charlie . As far as she could remember, there were no questions between them.
She felt delighted at his successes. And she listened to him intently when he spoke. To all that he spoke. Even the undulations and the pauses and the sighs. All their interactions seemed suggestive of a sense of warmth. It felt as though a delicate, inexplicable strand of togetherness bound them . But the nature of all their exchanges was so subtle that she did not have anything to hold on to.
And then one day it all started seeming different. She painfully seemed to notice that he had started withdrawing himself. He was still as interesting. But the magic seemed to have gone.
Now this was a new feeling. And strangely she kept smiling by herself all along . She probably had to just let it go.
So when one morning he was all bleary eyed waiting for her, he told her .. "You took so long! I was waiting from what felt like eternity!"
And then she knew she had to ask him..